Sinners hurt.Moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky.Sinners hurt.They dart to alleyways, bury themselves behindtheir own trails shaking fists at the sky;hiding their nasty nonsense in shame,city buildings rattle their bricks, mortar loose at their rib cage.Where do sinners break out from when their deeds exposed?All men think they are sword men daggers in darkness.All women think they are entry points leaning against brick walls,slender on sidewalks past midnight,nothing but shadows, twitching of lips.Women look for drawing cards in their makeup kits.No one cares jackals, scavengers, men tempted by night.Thunder dreams hammer at their ears, rain urinate sins on street corners,mice crawl away to small places shamed.Footsteps scatter directions as sunlight sprouts.Misdeeds carry no names with themthey trip blind, racing to morning jobs.